The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

And with that, Frank eliminated an entire guild of black market hitmen.

Gina and the rest remained oblivious inside Lane Manor, as the walls were soundproof and thunder was cracking relentlessly outside. They could not hear the massacre nor the death screams of the hitmen at all.

Convinced that Frank would never win against so many despite his strength, and certainly not the famous Dwight Houston, Gina had brought out the Lafayette wine she prepared beforehand and filled everyone’s glasses in celebration.

Now, they just had to wait for Dwight to carry Frank’s corpse inside.

Turning toward Cindy, Gina asked, “Have you sent the photo to the Turnbulls?”

Cindy nodded and smiled. “Don’t worry—I hate Vicky Turnbull myself, but she’d be furious if she found out that her gigolo has another bitch on the side. We just have to dump Frank’s corpse on her doorstep, and she’d be awash with gratitude.”

Gina grinned. “Hmph. She’s always so high and mighty, but we have leverage against her now. She’ll be humiliated if we leak the news—let’s see if she can strut around us after this!”

“Haha! She might come to our doorstep, begging!” Cindy laughed.

push her too far. I heard that the Turnbulls are a big deal in

don’t worry,” Gina chuckled. “We know

heavy doors to Lane

doors were supposed to keep even burglars out, but it

“Argh!”

turned

Then, Jade saw Luna.

expect her to return before the others. Before she could ask why, however, she realized Luna’s face was pale, her lips darkened and her

even wetting

she had seen a ghost, not moving an inch even as she

wrong, Luna? What happened?!”

reach her daughter, a hand reached in from behind and seized by the throat. “Give me my sister,